Fugitivo - Barón Rojo

Mitad rufián, mitad ladrón

Tuvo en sus manos un gran pastel

Y sin dudarlo se puso a chupar de él

Sauna y orgía, toalla y ron

Mitad hortera, mitad bufón

Siempre la mano metida en el cajón

Un picoleto jamás soñó

Ni aún siendo el jefe, poder triunfar

Como un ministro nadando en el vil metal

Un periodista se fijó en él

Y por desgracia para su honor

Rápidamente su estrella declinó

Y se fue, y se fue para no volver

Los gerifaltes y gente afín

Que le enseñaron a delinquir

Le dijeron: de aquí te tienes que ir

¡¡¡ fugitivo, fugitivo !!!

Y se fue, y se fue para no volver

El fugitivo no pudo mas

Busca y captura que gran «tinglao»

Y con gran pompa lo trincaron el Laos

Y se fue, y se fue, tuvo que volver

Half ruffian, half thief

He held in his hands a big cake

And without hesitation she began to suck on him

Sauna and orgy, towel and rum

Half tacky, half buffoon

She always put her hand in the drawer

A picoleto never dreamed

Not even being the boss, being able to succeed

Like a minister swimming in vile metal

A journalist noticed him

And unfortunately for his honor

Quickly his star declined

And he left, and he left never to return

The gyrfalcons and related people

That they taught him to commit a crime

They told him: you have to go from here

runaway, runaway!!!

And he left, and he left never to return

The fugitive could not more

Search and capture what a great “tinglao”

And with great pomp they lashed the Laos

And he left, and he left, he had to come back